The Distant Affair
The tower did not fall; it merely exhaled a long, gray sigh of dust and brick that settled upon the city like a funeral shroud. I stood beneath its shadow, or what had been its shadow, for the structure had shifted, tilting with a slow, tectonic malice that defied the static laws of architecture. It was a building of glass and steel, a modern cathedral to commerce, yet in that moment of violent...
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